la femme d'argent

la femme du jour.
Net technicians are expected to make their way over to see what the heck's wrong with this frickin' network connection. I blame the router and possible corrosion... wtf's with the constant re-setting? On a separate note, my sister's computer tower is fried. The damn generator that partitioned the energy had a friggin' power surge or something which consequently fried all the parts inside. Then again, what the hell do I know about computers... like, nothing. IT in high school was sorta boring, lol - namely because you can't compete with the naturally gifted and technologically saavy compsci kiddos. They don't know me namely because I was some snothead in the corner struggling to figure what the heck all that python scripting nonsense was about... regardless, those guys were my silent heroes. My cheers to them, from an admirer of such art.

Mr. DaSilva on the other hand, is struggling to cope with giggly grade 8's and the IT department at Burnett... lol, he looks like he dislikes his job. The best of luck to him.

In other news, G's gone for I don't know how long to visit an old friend in Saltspring. Course selection is a headache.. my registration date isn't for a long long time and I will most likely end up with all the leftover courses. I talked to a Nursing advisor and walked out feeling sort of defeated. To be honest, all I wish was that I had someone to talk to... someone who could give me some advice about university from the beginning... or even now, to come to think of it. I often find myself feeling really bitter about a lot of things... *sigh* C'est la vie for the meantime, each and everyone to their own dreams and aspirations.

(I need a juice box and a good sulking session)